Bear hateful memory; poor Enobarbus did
Before thy face repent.

Cent. Enobarbus?

3 Watch. Peace; hark further.

Eno. Oh fovereign Mistress of true melancholy,
The poisonous damp of night difpunge upon me,
That life, a very rebel to my will,

May hang no longer on me. Throw my heart
Against the flint and hardness of my fault,

Which, being dried with grief, will break to powder,
And finish all foul thoughts. Oh Antony,

Nobler than my revolt is infamous,
Forgive me in thine own particular;
But let the world rank me in register
A master-leaver, and a fugitive:
Oh Antony! oh Antony!

1 Watch. Let's peak to him.

Cent. Let's hear him, for the things he speaks May concern Cafar.

2 Watch. Let's do fo, but he fleeps.

Cent. Swoons rather, for fo bad a prayer as his Was never yet for fleep.

1 Watch. Go we to him.

2 Watch. Awake, Sir, awake, speak to us. 1 Watch. Hear you, Sir?

Cent. The hand of death has raught him.

[Dies.

[Drums afar of. Hark, how the drums demurely wake the fleepers : Let's bear him to the Court of Guard; he is of note. Our hour is fully out.

2 Watch. Come on then, he may recover yet.

[Exeunt;

SCENE, between the two Camps.
Enter Antony, and Scarus, with their Army.

Ant.

THE

HEIR preparation is to day by fea,
We please them not by land.

Scar. For both, my Lord.

Ant. I would, they'd fight i' th' fire, or in the air,

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We'd fight there too. But this it is; our foot
Upon the hills adjoining to the City
Shall ftay with us. Order for fea is given;
They have put forth the haven further on,
Where their appointment we may best discover,
And look on their endeavour.

:

Enter Cæfar and his Army.

[Exeunt.

Caf. But being charg'd, we will be still by land,
Which, as I take't, we fhall; for his belt force
Is forth to man his Gallies. To the vales,
And hold our best advantage.

[Exeunt.

[Alarum afar off, as at a fea-fight.

Enter Antony and Scarus.

Ant. Yet they are not join'd:

Where yond pine ftands, I fhall discover all,

I'll bring thee word ftraight, how 'tis like to go. [Exit.. Scar. Swallows have built

In Cleopatra's fails their nefts. The Augurs

Say, they know not-they cannot tell-look grimly,
And dare not speak their knowledge. Antony

Is valiant and dejected; and by ftarts,

His fretted fortunes give him hope and fear

Of what he has, and has not.

[Exit.

SCENE changes to the Palace in Alexandria.

Ant. A

Enter Antony.

L L's loft! this foul Egyptian hath betray'd me!

My fleet hath yielded to the foe, and yonder

They caft their caps up, and caroufe together

Like friends long loft. Triple-turn'd whore! 'tis thou
Haft fold me to this Novice, and my heart
Makes only wars on thee, Bid them all fly:
For when I am reveng'd upon my Charm,
I have done all. Bid them all fly, be gone.
Oh, Sun, thy uprife fhall I fee no more:
Fortune and Antony part here, even here

Do

Do we shake hands-all come to this!- the hearts,
(30) That pantler'd me at heels, to whom I gave
Their wishes, do difcandy, melt their fweets
On bloffoming Cafar: and this pine is bark'd,
That over-topt them all. Betray'd I am.
Oh, this falfe foul of Egypt! this gay Charm,
Whose eye beck'd forth my wars, and call'd them home,
Whose bosom was my Crownet, my chief end,
Like a right Gipfie, hath at faft and loofe

Beguil'd me to the very heart of lofs.

What, Eros, Eros!

Enter Cleopatra.

Ah! thou fpell! avant.

Cleo. Why is my Lord enrag'd against his Love?
Ant. Vanish, or I fhall give thee thy deferving,
And blemish Cæfar's Triumph. Let him take thee,
And hoift thee up to the fhouting Plebeians;
Follow his chariot, like the greatest spot
Of all thy fex. Most monster-like, be fhewn
For poor'ft diminutives, for dolts; and let
Patient Octavia plough thy vifage up

With her prepared nails. 'Tis well, thou'rt gone;

If it be well to live. But better 'twere,

[Exit Cleopatra.

That pannell'd me at Heels, &c.] Pannelling at Heels muft mean here, following: but where was the Word ever found in fuch a Sepfe? Pannel, fignifies but three Things, that I know, in the English Tongue, none of which will fuit with the Allu fion here requifite; viz. That Roll, or Schedule of Parchment on which the Names of a Jury are enter'd, which therefore is call'd'empannelling; a Pane, or Slip of Wainfcot; and a Packfaddle for Beafts of Burden. The Text is corrupt, and Shakefpeare must certainly have wrote;

That pantler'd me at Heels ;

i. e. run after Me like Footmen, or Pantlers; which Word originally fignified, the Servants who have the Care of the Bread, but is used by our Poet for a menial Srevant in general, as well as in its native Acceptation. Mr. Warburton.

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Thou

Thou fell'ft into my fury; for one death
Might have prevented many. Eros, hoa!
The fhirt of Neus is upon me; teach me,
Alcides, thou mine ancestor, thy rage.

Let me lodge Lichas on the horns o' th' Moon,
And with those hands that grafpt the heaviest club,
Subdue my worthieft felf. The Witch fhall die;
To the young Roman boy fhe hath fold me, and I fall
Under his plot: the dies for't. Eros, hoa! [Exit.
Re-enter Cleopatra, Charmian, Iras, and Mardian.
Cleo. Help me, my women! oh, he is more mad
Than Telamon for his fhield; the boar of Theffaly
Was never fo imboft.

Char. To th' Monument,

There lock yourfelf, and fend him word you're dead;
The foul and body rive not more in parting,
Than Greatnefs going off.

Cleo. To th' Monument:

Mardian, go tell him I have flain myself;
Say, that the laft I spoke was Antony;

And word it, pr'ythee, piteoufly. Hence, Mardian,
And bring me how he takes my death. To th' Mo-

nument.

Re-enter Antony, and Eros.

Ant. Eros, thou yet behold'ft me.

Eros. Ay, noble Lord.

[Exeunt.

Ant. Sometime, we fee a cloud that's dragonith; A vapour, fometime, like a bear, or lion,

A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock,

A forked mountain, or blue promontory

With trees upon't, that nod unto the world,

And mock our eyes with air. Thou'st seen these signs, They are black Vefper's pageants.

Eros. Ay, my Lord.

Ant. That, which is now a horse, even with thought

The Rack diflimns, and makes it indistinct

As water is in water.

Eres.

Eros. It does, my Lord.

Ant. My good knave, Eros, now thy Captain is Even fuch a body; here I'm Antony,

Yet cannot hold this vifible fhape, my knave.
I made these wars for Egypt; and the Queen,
Whose heart, I thought, I had. (for she had mine;
Which, whilft it was mine, had annext unto't
A million more, now loft!) fhe, Eros, has
Packt cards with Cæfar, and falfe play'd my Glory
Unto an enemy's triumph

Nay, weep not, gentle Eros, there is left us
Ourselves to end ourselves.

My Mistress lov'd thee, and her fortunes mingled
With thine intirely.

Ant. Hence, fawcy Eunuch, peace, fhe hath betray'd

me,

And the fhall die the death.

Mar. Death of one perfon can be paid but once, And that she has discharg'd. What thou would't do, Is done unto thy hand; the laft fhe spake

Was, Antony! most noble Antony!

Then in the midst a tearing Groan did break

The name of Antony; it was divided

Between her heart and lips; fhe rendred life,

Thy name fo buried in her.

Ant. Dead then ?

Mar. Dead.

Ant. Unarm me, Eres, the long day's task is done, And we must fleep; that thou depart❜it hence safe, Does pay thy labour richly; go.

Off, pluck off;

[Exit Mardian.'

The feven-fold fhield of Ajax cannot keep

The battery from my heart. Oh cleave, my fides!
Heart, once be stronger than thy continent,

Crack thy frail cafe! apace, Eros, apace.